The following is the contents of my mind after reading a MySpace bulletin.
Why? Why the HELL did I just read that? Do I actually give a shit who was the last person some chick I knew four years ago kissed? Yelled at? Talked to on the phone? Slept in her bed? NO! I mean, Jesus, there's bored, and then there's pathetic. I just strayed into the realm of the latter. I feel I kinda feel like I need to purge my mind. How can I do that? How can I fix the dark blot spreading through my brain? CH? Boobies? Wow, those are actually how did she holy God!